Best Fantasies Poems

Winter’s Fantasies

Winter walks the mountain hills at nightfall
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first flakes of snow, 
An alpine carnival that rowdy clouds threatened to toss upon their faces;
When, at last, the brumaled storm releases a snowy masquerade
Sweet serenity fills dusky eyes with wistful fantasies of twirling snowflakes,
Visions...

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Sweet fantasies I harbored of you and me.
Once were clear, crisp, vibrant sensory
visions. Now, are nothing more
like they were before.
Although you
swore,
we both knew,
you’re not looking for
someone to always adore.
Edges take on a haze mentally.
Sweet fantasies I harbored of you and me....

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Complicit in our nightly rendezvouses
The moon and stars, my heart's accomplices
Clandestine lovers take celestial cues
As we fulfill the soft night's promises

Conspiring with my heart, the when and where
We meet in places only they can know
Reflecting from blue eyes and golden hair
They greet my heart and...

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i was six and you were nine
you would pack sunlight into a jar
tell me it was mine.

at night it lit my room.

when the stars were out
you'd throw stones to wake me up.

butterfly nets in hand
we'd catch stars from the sky 
save them in our pockets.

i'd...

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Crushed under the hand of fate,
misery shadows my day.
For looking into your eyes,
I saw hope crumbling away.

Fragmented fantasies morphed
into long-forgotten fears.
And dreams began to flounder,
in a sea of fallen tears.

When feelings felt out of place,
suspicions began to rise.
And yet, ignoring the truth,
I closed my eyes...

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Night Fantasies - As moonlight blankets us in passion 

Crystallized moon beams
Fractured light of endless desire
Shimmer around you as our eyes meet
Beneath a canopy of hazy luminance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
Your smile grants permission 
Leaving me breathless

Serenity of the night serenades
Our hearts beat in...

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Such golden galaxies of heavens light
     Treasured footnotes kept unto my care
     Hope's silhouettes that shine each night
     But that by God's Grace did let us share

     We danced...

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I see moon-leaves on trees
Your cascade of hair too
I see passion in a blue spree
Waiting for me and you
And I say to myself in wonder 
What a moonlight splendor

I look at starlit mystic sky
Sprinkling love in your eye
So very close to me
Exciting the lips of...

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I longed to live
In a blissful bond
Of fire and fragrance
In those tender terrains
Where dreams were born
And love was free-
Those charms and cheers
Of bloom and bliss
Like Autumn flowers
Were stolen by season:
Seasons bereft of dreams...
Dreams forgotten at dawn.

I live to love
The bond of bliss
Between fire and fragrance...
As...

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My deepest fantasies are high.
Into the deep I would not go.
In them, I'd soar with birds in sky
and watch all things that are below.

All on my own, I long to fly.
My deepest fantasies are high.
I’d drift with wind where I’d belong,
and with wind's whispers, I...

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concur in the nights under the starry eyes.

..with romantic winds blowing ...
.by the sea shore..
.with waves reaching and touching your feet
...sands of heavenly bliss.
..forbear the stress and just lay down in my lap
...get cordialized by the dimness of the sun
..

.feel the nature that invigorates...
walk over...

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You are my life and in that I believe
	Always my love will be only for you

			Flattering though that sounds I must confess
			My first love is chocolate - sad but true

	Sensual visions to capture the feel
	Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains

			Hold that thought even though...

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Being an adult means you obey rules,
question bad decisions, and go to work.
And feigning tolerance for inept fools
who act like jerks or simply go berserk.

Responsibility looms in the wings
when innocence begins to disappear.
And you no longer get away with things;
quickly learning, never to volunteer.

Eager to...

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It makes a heart glad to know 
there are still, small country towns 
like Woodford, where homes 
with large old trees, 
sit scattered between small shops
and local businesses
 
To think the spirit of Elvis exists 
in a greengrocers’, called, “Grapelands.”
‘Elvis Parsley’ swivelling his hips
amongst the...

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Wonderful love dreams thrilled young Cali.
She sung of such with good friend, Sally.
Extraordinary and precocious,
her thoughts felt expialidocious.

Expialidocious were heart thumps.
Precocious fantasies raised goosebumps.
Sally thought her love, fragalistic.
Cali said, "joy's not fatalistic."

For Cali, hushed love was great enough....

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